Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Moreover, Lin Shenqu had reminded her once before, Feng Cuiyu had saved her once, and just now when she was struggling with the [Game Factory], Lin Shenqu saved her again.

Even though the reason for lending a helping hand this time was to maintain the stability of this copy of the dream.

The several life-saving favors mixed with deception made Feng Lan angry and annoyed.

She understood the fundamental reason for this imbalance: strength.

Because they were not on the same level of strength, even if she was angry, furious, and questioned, all she got was a joke of compensation.

No explanation or apology.

Feng Lan is a narrow-minded person, and she thinks what Ling said makes sense.

Feng Lan took out a small sword and played with it in his hand with an expressionless face.

[Merciless Sword Intent (3/3): A sword intent provided by a powerful being. This sword can reach the sky. Limited by the instance, this sword can only reach the Mahayana level at most. Be careful, don't use it in weak instances. If it breaks, you'll have to pay for it!!!]

There were also many regrets around. I don’t know why they didn’t gather here like before, but quietly ignored this place and wandered on the streets at night.

She gently poked the table with the small sword, and cracks appeared on the table. With just a little force, she could activate the power inside.

"Ahahaha, why bother, Miss Feng."

Lin Shenqu suddenly appeared in the seat opposite Feng Lan, still wearing the same unchanging red cloak, his short silver-white hair sparkled in the night, and his golden eyes on his bright and handsome face made him look more sincere and innocent.

Feng Lan wanted to punch that handsome face twice.

She did the same.

The moment she put away the small sword, she rushed forward with a fist filled with anger. The table between the two of them was moved away in an instant. Lin Shenqu took a step back with the stool. Feng Lan's punch was not enough, so she simply kicked Lin Shenqu on the shoulder with a sweeping kick. The other party blocked it and was knocked back two steps.

Feng Lan only used her punches and kicks without any other skills. The smile on Lin Shenqu's face had not disappeared yet. She looked at Feng Lan with a little surprise. She didn't expect that she would actually dare to attack.

After all, this female player's personality should be that of a very timid player, and she would not have unnecessary conflicts with a powerful senior like him.

"You hit me?"

"Heh." Feng Lan sneered and started fighting with Lin Shenqu on the street. The collision of their fists and feet made a "bang bang bang" sound, which was very painful to hear.

Even though they were mortal bodies, the two people fighting each other turned into lines with afterimages. Bi Ke, who was watching from the side, felt Feng Lan's anger.

Feng Lan was not the real body, and she didn't know whether it was Lin Shenqu or not, but the punches and kicks hitting Lin Shenqu's face and body did not make his face swell up. She hit that seemingly fair and tender beautiful face with all her strength, but there was no redness or swelling at all. Instead, Feng Lan's hands that were punching were very painful, as if they were hitting steel bars.

As the fight went on, compared to Feng Lan's slightly swollen but quickly healed hands, Lin Shenqu only had his silver hair a little messy and his clothes askew. Even so, he still stared at Feng Lan with wide eyes in disbelief, as if she had done something incredible.

"If you keep hitting me, I'll fight back."

"I will really fight back."

Lin Shenqu's physical skills were not bad, and Feng Lan fought for a long time with a rage in his heart. Both of them tacitly fought only with their physical bodies, and they seemed evenly matched.

Only Feng Lan herself knew that her body was a little bit worse and the repair speed was also a little slower. Her arms and calves were swollen, but Lin Shenqu still looked fragile and sad, but in fact there was not even a broken skin on her body. She looked like a human monster.

"It hurts so much, you bastard, how could you have the heart to hurt such a pretty face of mine?!"

"Ah, you can even use such a trick! How cunning!"

Listening to the shouting around her, Feng Lan felt that the fight was meaningless. Instead, it felt like she was just a sparring partner. She closed her eyes, withdrew her hands, walked to the chair next to her and sat down. When she opened her eyes again, she seemed to be calm again.

Feng Lan took out a bottle of ice water from the space, breathing slightly, and after drinking it quietly, his mood calmed down again.

"Don't you want to fight anymore? Do you want to come again? Opportunities like this don't come around often~"

Restricted by the rules, Feng Lan does not have the sense of existence that can ignore the rules like Lin Shenqu. She rarely speaks when fighting and remains silent. Only Lin Shenqu who faces her attacks directly can know her anger from her every move.

"Are you angry enough?" Lin Shenqu, who had seen her stop, stood by and observed. He quietly came over, pulled a chair and sat across from Feng Lan. He complained, shook his hands, and accused her with a grin, "You hit me too hard."

Feng Lan scoffed, opened the panel and sent the written message to Lin Shenqu, "Contract."

What she wrote was the contract about the share of Feng Cuiyu's family fortune that Lin Shenqu had promised to give her after they got out. Feng Lan didn't want much, just 30%.

Of course, this 30% is not equal to the transaction price. Feng Lan’s bottom line is 10%, but there must always be room for bargaining.

They were still in the dungeon. Lin Shenqu had said he'd give her a portion, but who knew what he'd get once he got out? It was better to take advantage of the fact that he was now constrained by He Feng Cui Yu. With the dungeon as a fragile item, he could force her to sign the contract. Once he got out, Feng Lan wouldn't have to worry about him defaulting on his debt because the game would be the third party, providing written proof.

After all, she really couldn't beat him. Without signing a contract, she would have no way to deal with the other party if he really refused to pay. She thought calmly.

If she didn't sign the contract now, would she still bet that the other party would be a goody-goody who would fulfill his promises after leaving? Feng Lan didn't believe this idiot. After all, the other party had only said that he would give her something, but didn't say how much. One point was also a share, and ten percent of the family assets was also a share.

Lin Shenqu glanced at the drafted contract and screamed in disbelief, "Thirty percent! You, you, you're asking for too much!"